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I’m picturin’ it now—shady streets, neon buzzin’. You’re dodgin’ creeps, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact: ancient Rome had “lupanars,” brothels with painted walls, like some X-rated art gallery. Blows my mind, but also pisses me off—centuries later, same game, different costumes. Everybody lies, though—client, hooker, even the damn pimp. “You’re my prince,” she purrs. Yeah, right, and I’m freakin’ Santa Claus.

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Now, I gotta confess, I'm a bit of a wanderer. I often lose track of my schedule trying to hit up every quirky nook. Yes, I've even hit 14 times (aww shoot, nearly) noticed my texts were typos galore 'cause I was in a hurry – excitement overruled grammar, LOL.

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